One Thing I know it might sound a bit funny, but something I would hate to lose is my antique crystal lamp. It was given to me my Great Grandpa Jim. Papa Jim was a pretty special man. Not only was he a great person to hang out and talk to but he was the type of person you were proud to know. He always brought a smile to anyone he met.
I can’t tell you how many time I was told the story about how Papa Jim met Nona Barbara. He was in World War 2, stationed in Pearl Harbor with his best friend Bob. Uncle Bob carried a picture in his wallet and the first time Jim caught a look at it he asked who it was. Bob commented that it was just his sister and put it away. Jim’s reply was he was going to marry that girl, and he did. They married and had four children. One is my dad’s mom, Carol.
It’s not just that he was heroic or a war veteran that I love my Papa so much. He was always so cheerful and could always make me giggle. He was many of our best friends and we would always be so excited to drive up to Clovis to visit him and my Nona. Even though I never really met my my grandma, Barbra, I still feel like I knew her from all the stories my dad would tell me about her. Before I was born, Nona Barbara got sick and spent sometime in the hospital. It was there she was found not breathing. They brought her back, but she wasn't ever the same. She had a breathing tube and feeding tube. She needed twenty four hour care and spent the rest of her life in a coma like state. Papa Jim never stopped loving and caring for her. He went to a type of nursing school so he was able to bring her home part of the week. They had a love you read about in novels. I only hope I am so lucky to find someone who will care for me the way he did for Nona.
My lamp oddly reminds me of the times I would visit my Papa and Noni. When he would come in and tuck me in as a child. He would tell me silly jokes or funny stories and ask me if I wanted the lamp left on. The sound of his shoes on the wood floors walking down the hall after saying goodnight. The smell of firewood and warm baked goods fill my memories.
It has been a few years since my Papa and Nona have died. I can no longer visit them or their home. What I do have is an antique crystal lamp that was in the guest bedroom. To anyone else it would be something you find in an antique store or a garage sale out on someone’s lawn. To me it is precious memories I share with my family who loved Papa Jim.
I know it might sound a bit funny, but something I would hate to lose is my antique crystal lamp. It was given to me my Great Grandpa Jim. Papa Jim was a pretty special man. Not only was he a great person to hang out and talk to but he was the type of person you were proud to know. He always brought a smile to anyone he met.
I can’t tell you how many time I was told the story about how Papa Jim met Nona Barbara. He was in World War 2, stationed in Pearl Harbor with his best friend Bob. Uncle Bob carried a picture in his wallet and the first time Jim caught a look at it he asked who it was. Bob commented that it was just his sister and put it away. Jim’s reply was he was going to marry that girl, and he did. They married and had four children. One is my dad’s mom, Carol.
It’s not just that he was heroic or a war veteran that I love my Papa so much. He was always so cheerful and could always make me giggle. He was many of our best friends and we would always be so excited to drive up to Clovis to visit him and my Nona. Even though I never really met my my grandma, Barbra, I still feel like I knew her from all the stories my dad would tell me about her. Before I was born, Nona Barbara got sick and spent sometime in the hospital. It was there she was found not breathing. They brought her back, but she wasn't ever the same. She had a breathing tube and feeding tube. She needed twenty four hour care and spent the rest of her life in a coma like state. Papa Jim never stopped loving and caring for her. He went to a type of nursing school so he was able to bring her home part of the week. They had a love you read about in novels. I only hope I am so lucky to find someone who will care for me the way he did for Nona.
My lamp oddly reminds me of the times I would visit my Papa and Noni. When he would come in and tuck me in as a child. He would tell me silly jokes or funny stories and ask me if I wanted the lamp left on. The sound of his shoes on the wood floors walking down the hall after saying goodnight. The smell of firewood and warm baked goods fill my memories.
It has been a few years since my Papa and Nona have died. I can no longer visit them or their home. What I do have is an antique crystal lamp that was in the guest bedroom. To anyone else it would be something you find in an antique store or a garage sale out on someone’s lawn. To me it is precious memories I share with my family who loved Papa Jim.
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